Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 642: The Punishment for Defiance

I kept my tongue against her clit, licking her through her orgasm, drawing out every last shudder, every last drop of her cum.

My thumb stayed inside her asshole, stretching her, owning her, making her mine. The way she whimpered, the way her body trembled, the way her voice broke—it was everything.

”Nnngh—yes—fuck—” she whimpered, her voice breaking, her body trembling as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.

”I’m—cumming—again—fuck—” Her words were punctuated by gasps and moans, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body arching off the bed. The way she screamed my name, the way her pussy gushed for me, the way her ass clenched around my thumb—it was fucking perfect.

When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting, trembling, spent, I pulled back, my lips glistening with her juices, my chin dripping with her arousal.

My cock was throbbing, aching for release, but I didn’t touch it. Not yet. Because this—her pleasure, her satisfaction—was all that mattered. The way she shuddered, the way her chest heaved, the way her eyes glazed over with bliss—it was worth every second of torment.

Marina lay there, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded with bliss, her voice soft, satisfied. ”Mmm... good slave... You did a good job,” she purred, her fingers tracing my jaw, her touch possessive, teasing.

The way Marina looked at me—like I was hers, like I was perfect—sent a jolt of raw, electric need straight to my cock.

It twitched, throbbed, my entire body trembling with the effort of not burying myself inside her right then and there. But Marina? She wasn’t nearly done with me. Not even close.

Her gaze drifted down, slow and deliberate, her lips curling into that wicked smirk as she took in the sight of my cock—hard, needy, the veins pulsing with the effort of holding back. The air between us was thick, charged, the kind of tension that made my skin prickle, my breath come in shallow, desperate gasps. And then, she spoke, her voice dripping with dark amusement, each word a lash against my willpower.

”But because you teased your master...” she purred, her fingers tracing idle, taunting circles on her own thigh, her touch deliberate, cruel. The way she said it—like she was savoring the words, savoring my suffering—made my cock jerk in response.

”You are punished for not cumming...” She paused, letting the words sink in, letting the weight of her command settle over me like a chain. The way her eyes gleamed with mischief, with power, made my stomach clench with anticipation.

”And you are not allowed to jerk off...” Her voice dropped to a whisper, dangerous, final, the kind of tone that made my spine tingle with both fear and lust.

”Otherwise, if I find out...” She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, her lips brushing the shell of it as she growled, ”You better be prepared for more punishment...”

The threat hung in the air, heavy and intoxicating, wrapping around me like a vice. My cock throbbed at the thought, my body betraying me, begging for the release she was so cruelly denying. I swallowed hard, my voice trembling with feigned disappointment, with desperation, with the need to obey.

”No... Ma’am...” I begged, my voice raw, my eyes pleading, my hands trembling at my sides.

”Please... have mercy on your slave...” I let my voice break, let the lust bleed into every word, my body arching slightly toward her, my cock aching for her touch. ”I can’t— I can’t take it...” I whimpered, my hips bucking slightly, as if my body was trying to chase the release she was withholding.

Marina’s laughter was dark, seductive, the sound wrapping around me like a noose, tightening with every second. She spread her legs slowly, deliberately, the movement agonizing in its slowness.

The sight of her—open, glistening, dripping with her own arousal—made my cock pulse painfully. The scent of her was overwhelming—musky, sweet, fucking intoxicating—and I could taste her need on my tongue, even from where I knelt before her.

”Do you want it...?” she asked, her voice a purr, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. The way she looked at me—like she already knew the answer, like she owned my desire—made my breath hitch. I didn’t hesitate. I nodded, my voice lost to the need clawing at my throat.

Without a word, I positioned myself over her, my cock resting against her swollen clit, the heat of her burning against my skin.

The contact was maddening—the slickness of her arousal coating my shaft, the way her body trembled beneath me, the way her breath hitched as I began to hump against her, the friction almost—almost—enough to send me over the edge.

But Marina wasn’t about to let me have that much.

With a chuckle, dark and knowing, she clenched her thighs together, trapping my cock between them, the pressure torturous, teasing. The sudden squeeze made me groan, my hips jerking forward instinctively, chasing the friction, the heat, the release she was so cruelly withholding.

”Too bad...” she murmured, her voice mocking, her eyes sparkling with dark delight.

”A bad slave deserves punishment...” She shifted slightly, her thighs tightening around me, the pressure increasing just enough to make me whimper. ”And you, my dear slave...” she continued, her voice dropping to a growl, ”have been very bad...”

The words were a lash against my skin, the denial agonizing. I groaned, my hips bucking instinctively, my cock throbbing between her thighs, the friction of her skin against mine maddening. ”Ma’am...” I whimpered, my voice breaking, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

”Please... I need— I need to—” I let my voice crack, let the desperation bleed into every word, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me. ”It’s too much... I can’t— I can’t stop—”

Marina’s smile was wicked, triumphant, as she watched me squirm, my body betraying me, my cock leaking with need. ”Oh, but you will...” she said, her voice firm, commanding.

”Because I said so...” She shifted again, her thighs squeezing my cock just a little tighter, the pressure exquisite in its torture. ”And if you dare to cum without my permission...” Her eyes darkened, her voice dropping to a whisper, ”I’ll make sure you regret it...”

The threat was clear, the promise of more punishment intoxicating. I whimpered, my body trembling, my cock throbbing between her thighs, the friction of her skin against mine unbearable. ”Ma’am...” I begged, my voice raw, my eyes pleading.

”I can’t— I can’t take it...” I let my hips roll slightly, the movement involuntary, my body begging for release. ”It’s like— like putting a rat in front of a cat and asking the cat to stay put...”